Hunting for words in the rain,
the days keep company on the road as I walk on.
The rains gives away the sky, wetting my feet on the go,
entrenched in the world around me, I find it hard to let it all go.

A bee,lost from its friends cries in its hum ,
taking blame for the flowers not bloomed under the sun.
Letting go is harder than I thought,
like giving up on everything you forever fought.

Waiting for my train as the clock ticks on,
I keep counting the seconds uselessly gone.
Screaming out my lungs to empty sounds,
it hurts all the more when I let it all go.